American Horror Story2011

Myrtle Snow:
Come in Zoe, sit down. I have something for you. Good God, chickie, don't look at it! You'll be blinded by the sheer craftsmanship.

Zoe Benson:
Um... okay. What is it?

Myrtle Snow:
My only possession of value. A sapphire and topaz harvester ant made for me by Joel Arthur Rosenthal, the Faberg? of our time. The harvester ant is one of *the* most venomous creatures in the world, along with Fiona, and JAR - as the world knows my dear Joel - toiled on it for months.

Zoe Benson:
Do you want me to wear it?

Myrtle Snow:
You could never pull it off, darling. Only Lee Radziwill and myself could do it justice. Now listen to me carefully: I want you to hock it in case of emergency.

Zoe Benson:
I'm completely lost here.

Myrtle Snow:
You're leaving this coven, Zoe. And you're taking Kyle with you.

Zoe Benson:
I do love Kyle, Myrtle... But I'm not leaving.

Myrtle Snow:
I watched you and Kyle together at Nan's funeral. Such a pair. So much in love. As the great Keats would say, "More happy love! More happy, happy love! Forever warm and still to be enjoyed. Forever panting and forever young." I had a love like that once. Egon von Furstenberg. He dumped me, but everything worked out all right in the end. You know why? because he went on to marry the divine Diane. And without Egon's support, Diane von Furstenberg never would have created the greatest invention of the century, the wrap dress! If you stay here, your life is in grave danger.

Zoe Benson:
I can handle Madison.

Myrtle Snow:
She'd slit your throat then sleep like a baby. I understand Madison. The depth of her cynicism. Go. You and Kyle. Run away together and start your life over.

Zoe Benson:
I'm committed to this coven.

Myrtle Snow:
So was I, and I burned at the stake for it.

Zoe Benson:
What if I'm the next Supreme?

Myrtle Snow:
All the more reason to run. If Madison doesn't end you, Fiona will. Zoe... you have a boy that loves you.

Zoe Benson:
Because he's damaged goods.

Myrtle Snow:
[slaps] How dare you be so unromantic and so very, very selfish. Our dear Cordelia plucked her eyes out to protect this coven, and you have the gall to ignore my words of warning and support? Now... take these tickets to Epcot and my JAR jewels and pack your bags.